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A former coworker and I go for lunch occasionally, which usually ends up with us reminiscing about and complaining about our former employer. She used to work directly for me, so I often was the person she would rant to, back in the day.
Cheryl, like me, was married, and this was always a platonic lunch. Don't get me wrong - I had fantasized many times about that thin, 5'6" frame bent over my bed and her long dark hair in my hands - but that was just fantasy.
She texted the other day with, "lunch?" So we went out.
When we met up I was in a suit for work. She had the day off so she was in a blue tank top and cut-off shorts. Of course I let her go first when we were led to the table - a corner booth in our usual place. When she sat I caught a glimpse of her pink g-string.
I thought she caught me looking but didn't say anything.
We sat next to each other, about a foot away, and the waiter took our drink order. We were the only people in the section, hidden away in a corner.
Of course we flirted. That's what we always did. Then usually we'd gossip. This was no different, and it turned out another former coworker got divorced after he was caught cheating.
"That doesn't surprise me," I said. "Remember that one Christmas party?"
"Oh yeah. We figured he was with the girl from HR, didn't we."
"Well, whatever. His life. He was never really good at hiding it."
"Yep. I don't care if people cheat, but he was stupid about it," she said. "He grabbed my ass once in the boardroom."
"I didn't know that was an option."
"Not for him," she said, with the obvious flirtation behind it.
"Oh yeah? Just for the guy you've got on the side?"
"I wish," she replied.
"Well, if ever I can be of service," I said.
"You would sleep with me?" She asked. We danced around this for years, but it was never asked outwardly.
"In a second."
"Is that why you were checking ne out when I was sitting down?" She smirked and played with her hair.
I nodded.
"Truth is I have kind of wanted to sleep with you for a long time," she said.
"Is that so? Fun fantasies?"
"Mmhmm." She whispered in my ear, "I like thinking about you back in your office, ordering me around."
"Do you miss me being your boss? Maybe I should order you around."
"Maybe you should."
I whispered in her ear, "I expect obedience." She nodded.
"First you need to prove that you really want this. So," I paused. "You are going to go into the bathroom, and you are going to take 3 pictures on your phone."
"Ok."
"The first I want to see your face and your tits. Completely topless. The second, I want to see your pussy with your fingers inside. Last I want to see your bare ass. Then come back here and show me."
"I don't think I should send you pictures," she said.
"Keep them on your phone. We will look at them together."
She was just about to leave when I added, "and I better be able to taste your pussy on your fingers."
It was what I could come up with on the spot. I wanted to make sure she could handle guilt, so having her take pictures for me seemed like a good start.
She came back, looking a bit nervous. She sat down, looked around to make sure nobody could see, then said, "here they are."
She showed me them in pretty quick succession. I took it from her hand, and then moved her hand to the bulge in my pants, which she stroked. I went back to the first picture.
"That's before you give me a good sloppy deepthroat," I whispered to her.
Then I flipped to the next. She wasn't completely shaved, but only a little strip, partially obscured by her palm. Her fingers were nice and deep.
"Good girl. From now on you only finger yourself when I allow it."
The last. Her ass. It wasn't quite the angle I wanted, but I still could see her tight asshole.
"When's the last time you had a cock in your ass?"
"We tried it once years ago but I didn't like it," she said.
"I won't make you do it, but let's just say that you might be rewarded if you try again."
"I could try again," she said.
I took her other hand and when nobody was looking I tasted her middle finger. "You know what that tastes like?"
"What?"
"My little fuckslut. What do you taste?"
She licked her ring finger. "Your little fuckslut."
"When are you off next?" I asked her.
"Next week Friday," she said.
"Next Friday you are going to come to my house, and you are going to show me just how much of a fuckslut you are."
"I'm looking forward to it," she replied
Cheryl, like me, was married, and this was always a platonic lunch. Don't get me wrong - I had fantasized many times about that thin, 5'6" frame bent over my bed and her long dark hair in my hands - but that was just fantasy.
She texted the other day with, "lunch?" So we went out.
When we met up I was in a suit for work. She had the day off so she was in a blue tank top and cut-off shorts. Of course I let her go first when we were led to the table - a corner booth in our usual place. When she sat I caught a glimpse of her pink g-string.
I thought she caught me looking but didn't say anything.
We sat next to each other, about a foot away, and the waiter took our drink order. We were the only people in the section, hidden away in a corner.
Of course we flirted. That's what we always did. Then usually we'd gossip. This was no different, and it turned out another former coworker got divorced after he was caught cheating.
"That doesn't surprise me," I said. "Remember that one Christmas party?"
"Oh yeah. We figured he was with the girl from HR, didn't we."
"Well, whatever. His life. He was never really good at hiding it."
"Yep. I don't care if people cheat, but he was stupid about it," she said. "He grabbed my ass once in the boardroom."
"I didn't know that was an option."
"Not for him," she said, with the obvious flirtation behind it.
"Oh yeah? Just for the guy you've got on the side?"
"I wish," she replied.
"Well, if ever I can be of service," I said.
"You would sleep with me?" She asked. We danced around this for years, but it was never asked outwardly.
"In a second."
"Is that why you were checking ne out when I was sitting down?" She smirked and played with her hair.
I nodded.
"Truth is I have kind of wanted to sleep with you for a long time," she said.
"Is that so? Fun fantasies?"
"Mmhmm." She whispered in my ear, "I like thinking about you back in your office, ordering me around."
"Do you miss me being your boss? Maybe I should order you around."
"Maybe you should."
I whispered in her ear, "I expect obedience." She nodded.
"First you need to prove that you really want this. So," I paused. "You are going to go into the bathroom, and you are going to take 3 pictures on your phone."
"Ok."
"The first I want to see your face and your tits. Completely topless. The second, I want to see your pussy with your fingers inside. Last I want to see your bare ass. Then come back here and show me."
"I don't think I should send you pictures," she said.
"Keep them on your phone. We will look at them together."
She was just about to leave when I added, "and I better be able to taste your pussy on your fingers."
It was what I could come up with on the spot. I wanted to make sure she could handle guilt, so having her take pictures for me seemed like a good start.
She came back, looking a bit nervous. She sat down, looked around to make sure nobody could see, then said, "here they are."
She showed me them in pretty quick succession. I took it from her hand, and then moved her hand to the bulge in my pants, which she stroked. I went back to the first picture.
"That's before you give me a good sloppy deepthroat," I whispered to her.
Then I flipped to the next. She wasn't completely shaved, but only a little strip, partially obscured by her palm. Her fingers were nice and deep.
"Good girl. From now on you only finger yourself when I allow it."
The last. Her ass. It wasn't quite the angle I wanted, but I still could see her tight asshole.
"When's the last time you had a cock in your ass?"
"We tried it once years ago but I didn't like it," she said.
"I won't make you do it, but let's just say that you might be rewarded if you try again."
"I could try again," she said.
I took her other hand and when nobody was looking I tasted her middle finger. "You know what that tastes like?"
"What?"
"My little fuckslut. What do you taste?"
She licked her ring finger. "Your little fuckslut."
"When are you off next?" I asked her.
"Next week Friday," she said.
"Next Friday you are going to come to my house, and you are going to show me just how much of a fuckslut you are."
"I'm looking forward to it," she replied
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